Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Home Again

We’re back and the white samite needs to go to the cleaners. Man, is Las Vegas smoky. It’s like being in Europe or something. You know, a place where people smoke indoors.
Between the smoke, the chemicals from the pool – how else do you counteract whatever drunk people emanate in a pool – the conditioned air, the buffet foods, and the airplane grease, it’ll take some washings to discover my original skin. Just in time for molting season.
But wait until I’ve unpacked and done laundry and caught up with things that took place during our sojourn in the LV time warp. Then I’ll have more to say.

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